Usually The Face arrives as an image. Occasionally, it needs to tell rather than show. As in ROOD and MEDITATIONS, language takes the lead here; as in POSTCARDS, the work is addressed to someone. Sometimes public domain correspondence is precisely the move The Face needs. For now, the letters gather on a desk. One day a few may be mailed. Someday, someone might collect the whole correspondence and hang it on the walls of a penthouse, where The Face can go back to being looked at.